Suicide is not always a tragedy, sometimes it is a choice

When the hospital treating Jacqueline Kennedy’s cancer said they could do no more for her, she went home and gathered around her relatives and friends who were important to her.

One by one, sometimes two by two, they went to her bedside, spent quiet time with her and, before leaving, were given a keepsake by which to remember her. At the end of that day, her son, her daughter and the man who had loved her for many years, were with her when she died.

It was a beautiful, dignified death. The sort of death nobody calls suicide. The sort of death which undoubtedly WAS suicide.